Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer-Chapter 244 - 243: Saint Master Strikes Down the Ghost Tree, Lin Heng Consults Jigong [Fourth Update]

Little Sumeru Mountain.

Outer World.

An earth-shattering battle had been raging for three days and three nights.

The crimson sunlight bathed the golden Great Desert, illuminating the ground covered in white scales with brilliant splendor.

Two flood dragons had died.

Killed at the hands of the Tree Demon Granny.

Their enormous bodies lay sprawling in the desert, the wind and sand swirling, the sandy ground stained crimson with the dragon's blood.

The towering Tree Demon Granny, with its thick foliage that once covered the sky, had also largely withered; most of its branches had decayed, leaving the ground strewn with broken branches and vines.

The Tree Demon Granny was severely injured, but its manic eyes remained fixed on the last flood dragon.

The initial majesty and arrogance of the flood dragon had utterly vanished with the death of its two companions, and fear had arisen in its eyes.

Terrorized by what seemed like a mad Tree Demon.

All around, in the hidden shadows, had gathered Great Cultivators from various lands.

There was no choice.

The commotion here was too great and had lasted too long, three days and nights, attracting too many onlookers.

"Why has the Ghost Tree of Black Mountain come here?"

"Why are there three flood dragons in the Great Desert?"

"It's terrifying, how did the Tree Demon's power suddenly surge to such levels?"

"I remember once at White Cliff Mountain, it was almost turned to ash by a casual Five Thunders Righteous Method from the Qingfeng Temple's Observatory Master."

"Who would have thought that today it could fight one against three, slaying two flood dragons?"

"This is simply unbelievable..."

Exclamations of astonishment rose and fell from the shadows.

The Black Mountain Ghost Tree in this battle seemed almost like an invincible presence, even faintly reminiscent of the style of the Black Mountain Demon!

Slaying two flood dragons in succession was chilling!

Yet most people were puzzled by why it would be in such a barren place.

"Perhaps there's some force's Inner Heaven and Earth here?"

The astute guessed the clue.

"Indeed, flood dragons cultivate by navigating rivers and seas; they have no reason to appear in the desert for no reason."

Many expressed agreement.

The sudden appearance of this battlefield left no room for doubt; they fought their way out of an Inner Heaven and Earth.

And indeed that was the case.

The three flood dragons were all Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts of Little Sumeru Mountain; the Tree Demon Granny had just attempted to stop the awakening of a great ritual when they jointly knocked it out of the Inner Heaven and Earth.

Originally, the three flood dragons were supposed to deal with the Tree Demon in this desert.

Who could have thought that the Tree Demon's will to fight was so intense, like a madman heedless of consequences, slaying two flood dragons through blood and sand over three days and nights of battle?

It also made the last one utterly fearful.

"Stop fighting, just stop!"

"Go away."

"The Saint Master is beyond your imagination."

"There's nothing you can do, going in is only death, understand?"

"Why must you insist on seeking death?"

The flood dragon opened its mouth for the first time, trying to persuade the Tree Demon, but evidently, its tone was already trembling slightly.

But at this moment, the Tree Demon could no longer listen to anything.

Its eyes were blood red, expression manic.

"Give me back my child, give me back my child!"

As the demonic aura raged across the sky, the frenzied Tree Demon once again charged at the flood dragon.

"You fool!"

The flood dragon, already an exhausted force, looked terrified, trying to resist.

But ultimately, it was pierced through by thousands of vines.

Inside Little Sumeru Mountain.

The Saint Master, who had been meditating with closed eyes, unperturbed by the outside world, could no longer suppress his anger and slowly opened his gloomy eyes.

All the monks were taken aback, trembling as they bowed their heads, not daring to make a sound.

Only the Light Messenger frowned and said, "I will go to slay it."

The Saint Master said nothing and disappeared from sight.

Outside World.

The Tree Demon Granny, having slain the third flood dragon, was nearly exhausted, but it did not stop in its utter madness; it intended to enter Little Sumeru Mountain once again.

However, before it could break into the most mysterious Buddhist Saint Sect,

A celestial gate appeared in the sky.

Colorful auspicious clouds surged from the celestial gate.

A Sumeru Mountain Saint Master, with an ethereal golden wheel above his head, cloaked in a shining golden kasaya, eyes radiating strange glows, face majestically stern, manifested above the auspicious clouds.

Behind him, the Venerable Guangming stood bowing, casting a cold sidelong glance at the Tree Demon.

The Saint Master stood on the clouds, looking down, his eyes devoid of compassion, only coldness.

"You seek your own death."

The Saint Master spoke, his voice like a thunderbolt, awesomely echoing to the core.

The Tree Demon's eyes were blood red: "Give me back my child!"

The Saint Master spoke no more, raising one hand slowly, countless golden lights shot forth, ensnaring the Tree Demon's body everywhere.

The Tree Demon seemed to endure immense pain, but it repeated only one phrase.

"Give me back my child!"

The Saint Master expressionless, with claws stretched open, all the golden lights tore the Tree Demon's body, like five horses dismembering.

With a boom.

The Heaven-Reaching Ghost Tree turned into scattered fragments across the sky.

At this moment.

Everyone watching from the shadows was stunned.

Instant kill!

A true instant kill!

"Oh heavens, what kind of existence is that?"

"Hiss..."

Countless cultivators drew a sharp intake of breath collectively.

The scene before their eyes was simply beyond astounding.

How terrifying was the power of that Black Mountain Ghost Tree?

Three flood dragons all bled and fell at its hands.

But now, in the face of this Zen Master who emerged from the celestial gate, it didn't even have time to resist before exploding into shards in the sky.

Such power was beyond everyone's understanding.

"Is there really such a terrifying monk in this world?"

"Which Saint Sect does he come from?"

"Wait..."

Many cultivators suddenly thought of something, and as they exchanged bewildered glances, they collectively uttered a name.

"Little Sumeru Mountain?!"

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After leaving that city, Lin Heng followed the direction Jigong left, pursuing him all the way.

Soon.

He saw the enigmatic Mad Monk along the way.

At that time, the Mad Monk was lying under an old pine tree, drunk and fast asleep by the roadside.

Perhaps dreaming of something, drool occasionally trickled down his mouth.

Quite slovenly.

Causing many passersby to curse and avoid him.

Lin Heng, however, waited quietly.

Eventually, the aroma of roast chicken drifting by woke Monk Jigong, who had been roaming and sleeping freely since leaving Lingyin Temple.

Upon seeing Lin Heng now, a flicker of astonishment passed through his murky eyes.

But he didn't pay it much mind, simply grinning and asking:

"Do you have any wine?"

Lin Heng smiled slightly and pointed to Jigong's wine gourd: "While you were sound asleep, elder, I took the liberty of filling it."

Jigong's eyes lit up with delight at these words, and he opened the wine gourd, taking in the aroma with satisfaction.

"What do you seek from me?"

He seemed less crazy now but kept glancing in the direction of the roast chicken aroma, clearly lacking patience for Lin Heng.

Lin Heng decisively said, "I have something, senior, that I'm truly curious about and wish for your help to identify its origins."

With that, he directly brought out the shroud obtained from the Black Mountain Demon.

The carefree Jigong suddenly focused his gaze.